THE NIGHT VISITOR

A short story by Sarah Joy Holden ©️ It was a usal night of little sleep. Her inner head was a racetrack of thoughts and words. As she finished her last poetry line, 'Who is going to read it at this late early hour, she wondered.' There's only myself awake, the rest of town is fast asleep. Then, through the dark silence, she heard a call at her window;It was owl. And it comforted to know she wasn't alone after all. She stepped towards the window as the owl's eyes met with hers, with a startled surprise. 'What are doing up at my hour?' asked owl. She answered,'Cannot sleep', I've written a poem, but the world is asleep there's no about to hear it. 'Then what am I' owl replied'. 'O', please forgive me.' I never knew you were there until we came face to face. Would you like to hear it. 'too-wit too-woo' I most certainly do, "replied owl.Okay, fair enough, are you perched comfortably, then I'll begin. ...